“Well, you should get going then-”
“You could come around some time-”
A blush bloomed across Derek's cheeks, barely visible over the top of his beard. He shrugged again.
“If you wanted to. You could stop by while I'm fixing it up. Help me with some things. If you wanted to.”
“You already said that,” Stiles, the idiot, mumbled in disbelief.
Derek's blush grew a shade darker.
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13 May 2018